Ok there is a thread going on ybig about funniest away trip stories. So anybody got any ones they want to share.
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Ok there is a thread going on ybig about funniest away trip stories. So anybody got any ones they want to share.
Not my own but I read this today on the RTE website and thought it was quite funny.....
http://www.rte.ie/travel/2009/0312/bari.html
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I recall two trams in Basle, jam-packed with Irish fans, both travelling in different directions. Both sets of fans were pointing at the others, telling them they were going in the wrong direction. As it turned out, I was on the wrong one and just managed to get on the other tram before it took off.
The wcq in paris for the 2006 world cup.. fantastic trip. great result(the match that is) . funiest moment . 2 irish lads on a french mans push bike cyclying up the train. while it was moving at 8am.. classic
great thread going on ybig, i'm sure this one will fill up quick.
Italia ninety...we wee coralled by the cops ...all the fans started going Baa Baa....cops couldn't stop laughing....quality
There was a book out called " Whats the story" which had a few funny tales and some not so funny. One of my favoutites was the half finished wall in Sicily done by two Italian bricklayers who took off for a siesta having not done very much work. Two Irish brickies watching from a bar across the road ran over and finished off the wall in no time ,returning back to the bar lauging their asses off at the two returning Italians scratching their heads and looking around trying to figure out what had happened.
Only a recent trip for the Wales match in Cardiff the group of us ended up splitting up at some stage on the night after the game. Myself and one of the lads were getting cover from the rain under a shelter and got talking to 2 girls. To cut a long story short we got invited back to one of the girls apartments and we had a few cans there listening to the radio. Then came the blackout and I woke up the next morning in a pink bed. I looked beside me and my mate was there under the cover. The girl that was renting the apartment was across the room asleep on the couch. Not what we had planned. :D
mildly funny but one that sticks in my head, at the Euro qualifier v Germany in Stuttgart 2006, was getting a taxi back to the hotel at about 5am and remember changing the gears for the taxi driver while my mate was chanting "fussball! fussball!" in the back seat. idiots.
Eifel Tower, Paris 04, enough said!
"What's the story" had a few funny tales alright.Quote:
Originally Posted by Cowboy
There's one about a lad who was at Euro 88.
After the historic victory over England - this lad was out to celebrate. Obviously, went on the absolute slaughter and ended up in a brothel.
He woke up the next morning and attempted to bail on the prostitute without paying.
On opening the bedroom door, the prostitute woke up suddenly and roared "Vot about my Marks!!!!!!!"
"10 outta 10", came the reply as the Irish fan legged it...........:D:D
Jesus lads the thread on YBIG is full of stories and it even had lots of people saying this is way better than "Whats the Story". The best we can do is quotes from "whats the story".
Did not realise it was a contest with YBIG
On the train to Sttugart with a strange mix of irish fans - all Dubliners (the head honcho was a gas character called "Jockser" - of all names:)), and sound Sligo guys. Was great craic. We all stormed onto the train and took our seats only to be told by a very irate German ticket guy that we were all sitting in first class - i tell you it took him ages to push us onto the second class direction - which was made easier when he told us they were selling beer in that direction
The usual stuff on trains, etc
Was a german woman the spit of Gail in coronation street - we all started humming the theme tune and giving her the high 5's - poor woman didnt know what the feck was going on
Also Jockser dropping his pants on arrival at stuttgart was hilarious
the world cup in korea was mad too - having olympic luge competitons down "Hooker Hill" at 4 in the morning, playing Gaa in downtown soeul, having arm wrestling comps with Koreans, etc etc etc etc
On the train between Bratislava and Prague, when the train had stopped to re-supply and some bloke got everyones slovak money and gave it to a bemused looking bum on the platform.
The amount of stories from the WC in 02 is unreal.
Mates of ours quoted on the front of the Indo saying "We're staying in a brothel" in relation to Soeul prior to Spain game. Cue very angry phone calls from wives. I was there, but I wasn't quoted.
Falling through the paper walls of a ryokan(Japanese traditonal inn) and the cost of the damage:eek:
Dipolmatic incidents of wearing toilet slippers outside the toilet in Japan:eek:
Staying in a nudist camp for the Stuttgart 06 trip:eek:
Missing the second leg of the Turkey playoff due to a "ferry incident"
Meeting the convicted sheep shaggers in the Faroes.
The temperance hotel in the Faroes, the look of the faces when the boys found out it was non drinking.
"Ten men in a room" in Denmark
Nearly getting a hiding in Scotland after Kerr's first game, as I wasn't republican enough.
Jees, I'm only getting started here..........
Jimmy Magee in Cologne during Euro88 getting called by 2 drunk Irish fans "Mr. Memory Man, Mr Memory Man" - he goes over to them. "Mr. Memory Man, we have a question for you - where's our F^&king hotel?"
2 Irish fans couldn't remmeber the name of their hotel in Stuttgart but did write down the street name - none of the locals appeared to know where "einbahnstrasse" was until they were told in perfect English "Yes gentleman I can see your hotel is on a one way street but which one I don't know".
WC94 - The morning after the Italy match we were flying down to Florida. Team Ireland blanked Team Italy one to zip was the extent of the match report in the day's paper at the bottom of page 9 of the sports section. So most of the locals didn't even know there was a match on. However the Gay olympics were the main event in New york that weekend with full coverage. We checked in late as the locals had kept the bars open all night and it would have been rude to leave. We were all in middle seats and my mate from Cork in an Ireland T shirt, tricolour shorts and green socks had been chatting to the lady beside him. she did most of the talking explaining she was going down to visit her daughter in florida etc etc. He announced that he was part of a group from Ireland that had travelled to New York to compete in the Gay olympics. "I'd figured that all right" was the reply in all seriousness. Some of us had overheard it and collapsed laughing. He still hasn't lived it down.
World Cup 94 - Following Ireland v Mexico game
After the game, some Irish and Mexican fans were mingled together outside the stadium.
Sets of fans began swapping jersey's, flags etc etc.
One of the lads was decked out in a Penny's imitation Ireland Jersey. This lad figured it would be a clever stroke to swap his cheap Ireland jersey with a proper Official Mexican one for posterity.
He approached a bloke in a Mexican jersey and sincerely enquired - "Would ye like to swap jerseys?"
"Feck off you!!" came the reply. "That's a bleedin Penney's Jersey ye tight C*nt!!!!!"
He was Irish!! :D :D
Sleeping in a public park somewhere in southern Italy in 1990 and it started to rain. Or so we thought, but it was the sprinkler system that had started during the night. We got some soaking!
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Originally Posted by Wolfie
I swaped my Pennys top for a genuine Japanese grey away jersey in 02, does that make me a tight **** or a lucky *******:confused:
How could anybody find a Japanese fan that is the same size as us.
Booking a Hotel in Barletta and not Bari for the up coming Italian match and only realising yesterday. :o
That was like the guy (or maybe this is an urban myth) who went into Budget Travel
looking to go to the match against the Faroe Islands ... and ended up booking a trip to Faro :D
the migget whore in Prague
enough said!!! :D:D:D
Now weather you think is funny or not a short story from Orlando 94 .
Those days I never had tickets for games and was always doing my best to buy them at each game .
I do remember a group of Liverpool lads ( I could think of another word but i wont ) who were buying and selling tickets for the Italy game anyway I did manage to score two for that game but gave these lads the wide berth .
I saw them again in Orlando I was having trouble getting tickets so I asked one of them . He said this is going to be really expensive but I do have tickets , I just told him to flip off and moved on .
Ten minutes later there was a huge shouting match with one Irish lad and the tout ( ooh sorry Liverpool guy ) who shouted I am not paying that then the cops on mountain bikes rushed in to see what was going on . The Irish lad said I am not paying that for a $ 35 tickets and the cop agreed and said I have 7 tickets going at face value anyone need one . I will take a couple and paid my $70 and winked at the tout .
Funny thing we never saw those lads agian when we got back up to New York for the next game :):):)
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Originally Posted by Claret Murph
You were right Murph..............it wasn't!!:D;)
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Originally Posted by Sligo Hornet
Kinda had to be there I guess ..... :p
WC 94, went down to Orlando to meet up with a bunch of lads from home. Got there a bit early so, went for a few pints with the Dutch contingent that were staying at the same hotel on International Drive. After about three hours of trying to keep up with those lads and lassies, I get a call to come to the front desk in the lobby. My friends were waiting for me and as I hadn't seen them in a few years, I started to jog towards them. Unfortunately, my shoe caught the lip of the rug in the lobby and as I stumbled towards them, I managed to maintain my balance(after three attempts) and made it to the desk in one piece. One of the lads says aloud "Jaysus, ye looked like a paraplegic on roller skates coming at us"...The look on the front desks clerk was priceless as he pictured the thought in his head and doing his best not to burst his hole laughing with the rest of us.
Anyway, that was my best away trip...
never seen sumo?Quote:
Originally Posted by NeilMcD
Rooney!!! Rooney!!!Quote:
Originally Posted by KR's Post
That reminds of the poor lad in Cyprus in Aya Napa who everybody copped looked a bit like Rooney. Fair play to the lad he was giving it socks plenty of signing from him so everybody could see him. The Whole crowd outside the pub were giving it socks.
My favourite has to be paying two local gypo musicians from Rimini one with an accordion and the other with a trumpet to go up to our mates room while he was having a crafty kip.. I swear he jumped about 8 feet in the air when the trumpet went off in his ear.. and the comment from the geezer who ran the place you cannot bring them in here people are sleeping... not anymore their not, priceless!!! On the same trip getting a drunken phone call at 4 in the morning from one of the lads who was lost byt was in fact around the corner from our hostel.. Happy Days!
Anybody see Borat in the Piazza before the match???
Swimming pool in Orland in 94. I'm wearing my Ireland jersey. Teenage redneck kid straight out of Deliverance, 17 or 18 and on holidays, comes up to me.
Kid: "Hey, Did I see you playing on TV last night?"
Me: "No, this is a replica shirt, all fans wear them"
Then a bunch of Dutch fans walk past, wearing orange.
Kid: "So, who are those guys in orange?"
Me: "They're Dutch"
Kid: "Huh?"
Me: "You know, from Holland"
Kid: "Huh?"
Me: "It's a country"
Kid: "Oh yeah, I know, it's that film, right?"
Me: "Which one?"
Kid: "Heidi"
Needless to say we nearly wet ourselves.
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Originally Posted by Ozymandias
26 years later and the Cops singing in Bordeaux, go home for the french Police.
Nice to know the fans haven't changed that much in 25+ years.
I've a good few, but one that again you had to be there and no the person, was just so funny was in Poland. One of the lads who i've never seen getting sick before, we had KFC before we got the trip back to poznan from Gdansk. He was loving the KFC, got on the train for the rest of the journey he was hot sweat to cold sweats giving him water constantly, holding out. He was really in a very bad way. 4 hours later managed to keep it going without getting sick but still hadn't said a word, but we'd run out of water, arrived in Poznan, got in the taxi and it was splitting no air-con. He was rolling the window up and down constantly, and was like I'm not good, this isnt good(same lad dosen't show emotions at all and rarely would look for help of any type ye know the kind) sticking his head out the window, taxi driver thought he was off his head on something. Like he was freezing cold at this stage but sweat dripping down him and we were panicking a bit. After about 20 mins in the taxi we get to the gaffe. Grand. Just as we are entering the place, the footpath is narrow loads of green grass, right on the steps in front of everyone he pukes his ring. All this weird white liquid coming out, nearly getting sick thinking of it now. It was so funny everyone around was pure disgusted, if he'd even just moved a foot he was getting sick on the grass. The sick was still there for a few days after it never seemed to move and no one cleaned it up. Poor lad had kept it going all that way and then baaaaaah. Needless to say he felt much better. It's very funny because the guy was at his weakest lowest ebb and he is very proud. Needless to say if he ever gets cheeky he gets reminded of that.
In Bordeaux we went to this fancy nightclub, a mixed group, bribed the bouncer 50 euro to get in. We didnt have to pay entrance so we ended up saving abotu 30 euro, they were too thick to cop on. All the others waiting 30-40 mins to get in. Must try that again, anyway we started drinking with these cops, one was quite senior and was saying we'll show ye around and all this and how great the irish fans and the relief that the fans brought and took their minds off things. About 2 mins later my mate turns around "one of the cops is ****ing up against the bar". He didn't give a sh1te he wasnt even that drunk. No one said anything to him either, big massive puddle of **** and they all just continued on as normal. All the hot bar staff saw it and didn't say anything either. I couldn't figure it out at all. Strange more than funny really.
Posh friend of mine and his lady wife were at Italia 90 and staying in a nice hotel in Palermo. They got talking to a couple of Cork lads and after the usual exchange of pleasantries and graphic details of her room with balcony and mini bar etc, she asks one of the Cork lads where they are staying. He nods in the direction of the car park and with a strong Cork accent proudly states "Hotel Peugeot".
I was 100% sure you were describing yourself there. Pretty good self-deprecating humour.Quote:
Originally Posted by Stuttgart88